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Current Apologies to anyone Iโ€™ve let down by not being around, had a recent scare with the girlfriend but things are good now.
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Nothing quite like a heavy weekend of the beer to put you behind
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Christmas was great...apart from the death of my PC...
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Does your country's flag have a dragon on it? Didn't think so!

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It has been four decades since the adventures of Ash and his friends as they travelled across the world. Since that time the world has changed, mostly in part to the Oak Institute. It is an organisation run by the great grand daughter of the famous Professor Oak, choosing to follow in his footsteps over her grandfathers, Ash's great rival Gary. The institute primarily focusses on monitoring and researching the Pokemon population in line with its breeding program. The breeding program has resulted in Pokemon no longer being located in only individual regions but are now in fact widespread across the world.

Outside of the Pokemon institute the once widely feared villainous teams like Team Rocket and Team Magma were all disbanded in the last decade, the world uniting to bring them and their leaders to justice. This has resulted in a gaping hole that someone somewhere is undoubtedly going to try and fill. At present the authorities know of no organisation trying to take over the mantle but expect it to only be a matter of time.

Ash Ketchum, the world famous trainer, now resides on a small archipelago in a far corner of the world away from all the cameras. His story and journey is the inspiration to all new young trainers after the creation of numerous movies and tv series chronicling his life. The Oak Institute took this fandom and set up an operation on the outskirts of Pallet Town, Ash's home. This building acts as a starting point for new trainers to collect a Pokemon and begin their journey. Called the OI Trainer Project it gives budding young trainers the opportunity to retrace Ash's steps and become the next Pokemon Master. The waiting list is extraordinarily massive as anyone would expect, with only 20 people being selected each year through a publicly televised lottery. Some people are on the list for years before being selected while others have handed in their application and had their name drawn a day later.

Your character is one of these lucky people to have had their name drawn. Alone or together with the other trainers, they will travel the Kanto Region retracing Ash's steps. They will build friendships, make rivals and maybe find love, but by the end they will all learn about themselves, their Pokemon and finally come of age as a Pokemon Trainer.


Friday, 25th September, 1998
Driving down Ema Street towards Raccoon General Hospital




The tyres of the car screeched as they tried to grip the asphalt beneath, smoke kicking up into the air with every attempt at traction. As soon as the wheels took hold the car rocketed off down Ema Street towards the hospital. The deep gouge in Hicks' forearm was bound tightly with a bandage but the wound was severe enough that it was already bleeding through to the top layer. Connor turned to Hicks and could see the grimace of pain etched onto his pale, sweaty skin.

"Don't worry Hicks we'll get there in no time." As he spoke Connor turned on the siren of his car.
"It's all going to be fine."

"Christ Sarge it burns like hell. I've never felt anything like it." Hicks spoke through gritted teeth and let out muted gasps of pain every few seconds. He was clearly suffering some severe pain from his wound.

"I can only imagine. Just try to keep focussed on Karen and the girls. Before you know it they'll have you hooked up to morphine and by time you come around it'll be next week." Connor smiled as he spoke, trying to make light of the situation. Hicks did his best to force a laugh but the pain was too much for him.

As the minutes passed Connor couldn't help but notice the amount of police cars and paramedics along the route. What the hell is going on? He thought silently to himself. Reaching down to his radio he turned it on and picked up the mouth piece. "Dispatch this is Sergeant Connor Sullivan. I'm seeing alot of our guys down on Ema Street, what's going on?" There was a brief pause before a female voice responded back. "We've been inundated with calls sarge. Non stop since the early hours of this morning. People seem to have gone a bit nuts. It's not much worse than a Saturday night but still strange for a Friday at this hour." As Connor went to reply he caught sight of two police officers wrestling a suspect to the floor, one of the officers heavily bloodied on his head. "Ok dispatch, thanks for the update. I'll report in soon."

After numerous close calls through red lights and heavy traffic, Connor and Hicks eventually pulled up outside the hospital. Connor hurried from the car and helped Hicks out of it. The reception area was littered with people, all appearing to have bloodied wounds. Their skin pale with a thin layer of sweat coating it. "Can I help?" asked the receptionist. Connor reached into his pocket and removed his identification. "I'm Sergeant Sullivan with the RPD. This is officer Michael Hicks and he's in need of treatment. A suspect has taken a chunk out of his arm and it's bleeding badly." The reaction of the nurse threw Connor slightly, she didn't even flinch at the idea someone had bitten Hicks. "Well that's not the first one today. You'll have to take a seat and i'll get someone to come see to you soon." For a moment Connor felt like demanding immediate help, but with the number of people in the waiting room it wouldn't be right for them to jump to the head of the queue. The pair made their way to a nearby trolley, Hicks hopping up onto it before lying down.

"Well at least we are here now." Hicks voice was audibly weaker than when they had left the scene at the apartment. He had somehow managed to turn more pale as well. Connor was concerned for Hicks, but as he cast his eyes around the others in the waiting area something in his gut had him worried...scared...

I'm interested in doing a Pokemon RP. I've put 18+ on the basis that I want the characters to be that age as a minimum. Something about 12 year olds setting off alone into the world never settled well with me. Either way here's a few bits I'd like:

-Kanto based and if last long enough look to move on.
-I'll be playing male and ideally I'd like whoever joins to run a female. Just allows for the possibility of character romance. Not overly fussed if doesn't happen that way.
-All non legendary and non mythical Pokemon are fair game.
-Your character doesn't need to be a trainer if you don't want them to be.
-Non canon characters

If interested just PM me a basic CS covering the usual stuff: name, age, gender, personality, picture, backstory, reason for going on journey and starter Pokemon you'd like.
@Sockofpancakes Ok great. Give me a tag when you get the OOC or CS up please buddy.

Friday, 25th September, 1998
Hillview Highrise Apartments, Ema Street




The team of detectives emerged from the elevator donning body armour and an array of weapons ranging from pistols to shotguns. After months of investigating they were about to bust a dealer known as Rico. He was a well known scum bag around the city but the RPD had always had an issue nailing him down with any evidence, that was until a few of his runners came forward. What they had him for meant he would be locked up indefinitely with no chance of seeing daylight again. The six detectives approached Rico's apartment without saying a word, taking care to be as silent as possible. With the door in sight the sergeant leading the operation, Connor Sullivan, raised his hand for the team to stop. He approached it being careful to avoid being in view of the people, the last thing he wanted was for a hail of bullets to fly through the door. With a closed fist his struck his knuckles against the door, "Maintenance," he cried out. He could he some soft shuffling on the other side of the door along with some heavy crunching. He gestured over to the rest of the team to take positions either side of the door before trying one more time. "Maintenance! We are here to check your gas!" With no answer returned Connor gestured for the breach to begin.

From the back of the team came a man with a battering ram, his bulk made him the perfect operator of the crude device. With an almighty swing the door was flung open, left hanging freely from one hinge as the other erupted from the wall. With a dark, heavily curtained room in front of them the team quickly turned on their flashlights as they entered the apartment. The air was thick and stale leaving a disgusting after taste at the back of the throat. The sound of shuffling continued from a doorway to the left of where the team entered. Connor followed behind two of his colleagues who approached the doorway with caution. As the man at the front peered around the corner he froze for a moment, his face a picture of horror. He stepped away from the doorway with his forearm covering his mouth, the sound of wretching close behind. The second officer approached and stopped in the same way as the officer before him. "Holy shit..." he said as his jaw hung wide open. Sully moved up and looked into the room seeing Rico, but it was what he was doing that had caused the reactions.

The floor around him was caked with blood, the carpet stained crimson from a plethora of gore. In front of him rested a body being slowly picked apart by Rico. From what they could tell it was a young woman, presumably one of his working girls. Whatever she did for work she didn't deserve what befell her. Without wasting another second Connor raised his pistol, aiming it directly at Rico. "Rico get your hands in the air and turn around slowly." The man they had came for complied with the order to turn around slowly to reveal a face that was covered in blood. His wide open mouth gave view to chunks of flesh and strands of fabric stuck between his teeth. Connor fought back the rising bile in his throat and tried to keep focus on Rico.

"Approach us slowly and get those hands in the air!" The order echoed throughout the apartment as Rico began to rise to his feet. The slow, awkward motion was abnormal but given the situation the officers didn't make anything of it. As Rico approached slowly Connor caught sight of his eye, glazed over with a white haze they looked dead. Must be some new kind of drug, thought Connor. Whatever it was it was enough to cause Rico to tear a young woman to shreds and feast on whatever was left. From all their intelligence gathering though, everyone they had interviewed said Rico never took drugs. It made no sense.

With Rico only a few steps away things took a dark turn. The drug dealers arms raised up and he charged forward with a hurried lunge towards Connor. The police officer drew his arms in close to his chest and unloaded two rounds into the chest of the oncoming man. The bullets impacted square into the center of Rico's chest but it didn't even phase him. Connor side stepped out of the way of Rico unloading a further two rounds into his side. The bullets did nothing as Rico took hold of police officer who had been wretching earlier. Throwing his head forward Rico sunk his teeth deep into the forarm of the officer, before tearing away a large chunk of flesh. The officer cried out in pain and with the pistol in his free hand drove it into the chest of Rico, unloading a full clip into his torso. Blood and gore erupted from Rico's back as the bullets passed through but the dealer kept lunging forward for more bites. Connor dropped his shoulder and barged Rico off his colleague, sending him crashing to the floor.

"Rico stay down or I will put you down for good!" The dealer paid no attention to the instruction and began rising to his feet. Connor let out a frustrated sigh before lining the gun up with Rico's head. With one squeeze of the trigger the dealer dropped heavily to the floor in a crumpled heap. Connor cautiously approached to check Rico for any signs of life. With gun still aimed at him, Connor carefully checked his pulse to find nothing but cold, dead skin. Why is he so cold?

Turning back from the body he looked back at his colleague as the other officers attended to his wound. "Get Hicks into my car and I will take him to the hospital. You guys get the evidence and clean this mess up. I'll check back in a couple of hours." The orders were clear and within minutes Connor had Hicks in the back of his car heading towards Raccoon General Hospital.
I know me too. Won't be long now!
16 year old male metal head. Quite loud and boisterous. Close with his father growing up through hunting trips but died few years ago. Still dealing with it and it shows through occasional angry outbursts and his general loudness. When alone or with one other person he opens up and shows his sadness.


What you think? Would this backstory be ok? If you're happy with it I'll crack on with a CS when I wake up. @Sockofpancakes
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